Mia's Journey: An Erotic Thriller by John Rebell, Zee Ryan Page A

wrapping warm arms around her, while she cried on his shoulder. She could almost hear him gently shushing her, and stroking her hair. And she melted into his safe, soft, warmth.
    Oh, you are so full of shit! Her fear screamed at her in her mind . He is a man, and just like every man you have ever known, he basically told you “take off your clothes” and do what I say. He wants to fuck you, and use you .
    And when he is finished with you, he will throw you away the same as every other man has. You are such a pathetic piece of shit, the voice said. Then she recognized the voice. It was the voice of her husband.
    FUCK YOU! She screamed silently at the voice in her head. I don’t have to listen to you! And the voice fell silent.
    Mia was shocked at the power, the venom and her rage at the voice in her mind. She was also shocked that she had controlled it. That the fear voice had listened and did what SHE said.
    I do not like you. I do not want you in my mind and in my life anymore. I’m tired of your fear. He is my Daddy, because I say so. Not you. Now get out of my mind!
    And the Fear Voice left. In its place was calm, peace, and the soft, gentle voice of her Daddy, telling her it was going to be ok, everything was going to be all right.
     
    Mia walked into the house. Her husband was already home and in a foul mood.
    “Mia!
    “Yes.”
    “I never asked last night. How did you like the taste of my whore’s cunt on my cock?”
    “She tasted exactly like the scum bag you are.” Mia was shocked the words came out of her mouth, quicker than she could take them back.
    Her husband was up out of his chair in a flash, and his hand came across her face just as quick. He looked at her in disbelief. His hand closed into a fist.
    “I’m going to enjoy this, Mia. I hope you don’t have any plans for the holiday.”
    “Jeffrey Lionel Prescott, the third?” His fist stopped in mid-air at the mention of his full name. She said it the same way his mother said it, like it was the mark of nobility and privilege. “I’m only going to tell you this once. But if you ever touch me again, I’m going to cut your dick off when you sleep, and feed it to you when you wake up.”
    He looked at her eyes and saw she meant every word of it. He backed away, keeping his eyes on his wife like he just found a tiger in their living room. Which, in a sense, he had.
    Mia turned her back on him and walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife.
    “I mean it,” she looked at her husband.
    “You’re dead, Mia. I will kill you myself.”
    “You already did, a long time ago. You can’t kill a ghost.”
    Jeffery Prescott retreated to the living room in confusion. What the fuck just happened? he said to himself. He knew he couldn’t let her insolence and defiance stand. At the same time, she carried that knife in her hand like she was willing to use it.
    Maybe the best thing to do is let her cool off. I can always come back later. She isn’t going anywhere. She has no place to go. She can’t go to her family. Her father would just beat her and send her back to me. He smiled, then picked up his jacket, and walked out the door.
    As soon as the door closed, Mia deflated. What did she just do? What came over her? Why did she say that? She knew he would come back and the beating would be worse, maybe much worse. I should go catch him, tell him I’m sorry. Beg his forgiveness. Maybe then the beating won’t be so bad. Then, she recognized the Fear Voice. It had crept back in when her defenses were down.
    “GET OUT OF MY MIND,” she screamed, this time aloud, to the empty house. And again, the Fear Voice retreated. I’m going nuts, she said to herself, screaming at voices in my head.
    She logged on to her computer. It hummed and whirled as it warmed up. She opened her email and saw Daddy’s last email sitting in her inbox. It made her smile. My Daddy, she said to herself, she felt his warmth spread through her. She clicked on the reply button and